My Son Brought

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My father’s face twitched.

Something like guilt passed over it, but pride crushed it quickly.

“Caleb,” he said, forcing his voice into gentleness, “your grandmother loves you. She’s not perfect, but she loves you.”

Caleb looked at him for a long moment.

Then he asked, “What does she love about me?”

My father opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

Caleb waited.continue reading …